Shannon O'Reilly (Chapter 7, page 2 of 11)

The resemblance between Daniel and the crazy man in her vision was almost startling. If it weren't for the period clothing the two could be brothers.
Daniel didn't look like a ghost, but maybe he was related to the man in her dreams. Either way, she was going to have to do a little research and it would be
difficult getting two words out of Daniel.

Shannon decided that the best way to approach the problem was to find a good reason to talk to him at drama club practice on Thursday. He was also in her English class;
discussing an assignment would be one way to start a conversation, though it was a pretty lame one. She hoped she didn't make a total fool of herself, but she wouldn't be
able to sleep well again until she figured out why Daniel looked like a cold-blooded killer.

It was almost noon on Saturday when Shannon screwed up the courage to talk to her mother about the vision once again. She approached her mom in the dining room where she
was sitting with her pen poised over her N.Y. Times crossword puzzle book. "Hey mom," Shannon queried. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" Victoria
looked up from the puzzle she was working on with a dazed look on her face. Shannon recognized this as the look of a very determined person wanting to finish the elusive
puzzle. "What do you need?" she asked Shannon. "I, uh, wanted to ask you about the thing we talked about. You know, the
vision." There was complete silence in the room.